When the little maid, Sally, saw Yang Cheng suddenly coming down from the second floor, she was a little surprised because she didn't see Yang Cheng come in at all. But she thought it was her oversight, so she didn't think too much about it.
"Mr. Yang, would you like to have dinner?" Sally was as happy as a lark when she thought of the extra one million dollars. When she saw Yang Cheng, of course, she went up to him and greeted him gently.
Yang Cheng naturally pinched the white girl's butt. It was very meaty through the white stockings. "Bring out all the delicious food for me. I'm starving."
Sally actually thought that Yang Cheng had eaten, so she came up to him to get some benefits from Yang Cheng. She didn't expect Yang Cheng to really want to eat. After a slight daze, she hurried back to the kitchen.
While Sally was preparing food, Yang Cheng sat on the sofa next to the phone, picked up the phone, and dialed a number …
After the call was connected, Makedon's puzzled voice came from the other side. "Your Majesty Pluto, why haven't we heard from you since that night? This number … is it in America? "
Yang Cheng nodded and said directly, "You don't need to know the process. I'm fine. I called you because I want you to help me find out information about a person. Tell me after dinner. Hmm … because that guy should have dealings with the Mossad, it shouldn't be difficult to find him. "
"Please tell me."
"Robert, Mueller."
"The director of the FBI?" Makedon asked hoarsely. "Your Majesty Pluto, are you launching an attack on America? This … don't you usually not participate in international disputes? "
"What are you thinking about? It's that old man who wants to see me more. Hmm … I'm targeting him personally, do you understand what I mean?"
Makedon breathed a sigh of relief and then said with a smile, "It's my pleasure to help you. It really isn't difficult. I can confirm it. Please enjoy your dinner."
Christen happened to be busy with work and did not go home for dinner, so Yang Cheng was happy to be alone.
Although Sally was young, since she was the only maid in the household of a world-class heavenly queen, her culinary skills were naturally extraordinary. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been chosen out of countless competitors. In a short period of time, she had made a table full of food, from appetizers to desserts, for Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng ate two big steaks, half a roast chicken, a few Russian sausages, and drank half a bottle of champagne.
During the meal, Sally carefully served them from the side. She sliced the meat, poured wine, and occasionally, she would even try her best to bring her hands closer together so that the cleavage in front of her chest was especially deep, and the two large balls seemed to be on the verge of bursting out.
After finishing a raisin cake, Yang Cheng licked his fingers and asked with a faint smile, "Little Sally, do you really want to do something else with me?"
When Sally heard this, a trace of awkwardness flashed across her face, she didn't expect Yang Chen to say it out so directly, but her moist eyes flashed with a trace of charm, "If Mr Yang wants, Sally is very willing … …"
"What if you don't pay?"
"Ah …" Sally was obviously stunned. Her eyes blinked, and after a while, she smiled embarrassedly and said, "No, there definitely will be."
Yang Cheng laughed heartily and patted the table. He said with some regret, "Unfortunately, it can't be as you wish. I still have to go out for a walk. The main thing is … I don't need a woman today. Let's talk about it next time. "
After that, he ignored Sally's disappointed look and walked back to the room on the second floor.
In fact, Yang Cheng only felt that as a woman, the touch of Sally's body was a little different from Hsiao Chih-ching's water snake-like softness, so he did not have much interest in it. It was just that it would hurt the little girl's heart, so it was better to give her some hope.
At the same time, in Washington, DC, the Hoover Building was like a fortress. This was the headquarters of the FBI.
This building, which had been in use since the 1970s, always gave the world infinite imagination, but in fact, the people who sat in the building to work were not special. They received a civil servant's salary ranging from thirty to forty thousand dollars a year to more than a hundred thousand dollars a year. They drove cheap Japanese cars to work, and occasionally, their bonuses would be deducted because they were late.
As the current director, Robert was a relatively peaceful boss. His work was not hot, and he did not seek to be meritorious, but to not make mistakes.
It was almost ten o 'clock at night, but in the Hoover Building, several important offices were still brightly lit.
The people patrolling inside and outside the building were not ordinary soldiers, but elite agents with extraordinary skills. Of course, if you did not look carefully, you would not be able to see them at all.
In a secret area of the building, in a secret base more than thirty meters underground, a man's crazy roar was heard!
"Speak! Speak!! I'm asking you guys!!? Two whole elite teams of SEALs, even if they all died, they should at least shed some blood on the scene!!? "
In the big office of the underground base, under the incandescent light, Robert's bald head was shining, and his two hands were hitting the heavy table with all his might, making a deep sound.
Several FBI commanders and military personnel stood two or three meters in front of Robert, their heads lowered, but they could not say a word.
Just half an hour ago, after repeated confirmation from the frontline personnel of the Los Angeles encirclement and annihilation plan, they sent a message — the target was missing, all the dispatched personnel were missing, and four Japanese reinforcements were missing!
This result was something that no one had expected!
They thought that Yang Cheng would escape, and they thought that someone would mess up the plan, but they never thought that everyone would disappear!
"Director, please calm down. Although we can't find anyone now, it doesn't mean that our plan has failed. Since that person no longer has any powerful abilities, even if he escapes, he won't be of any use to us! "A commander analyzed.
Robert glanced at him coldly. "Are you stupid?! Do I need you to tell me that?! The reason why I was so anxious to capture him was because if other countries knew that he had lost his abilities, all of them would fight over him like crazy! Do you know how much influence he has in the world?! Whoever gets his hands on him will be an unimaginable fortune! But you bunch of idiots, you can't even capture a piece of trash who has lost his abilities?! "
Several commanders and officers showed displeasure in their eyes. After all, they did not personally go to the scene to command, only two Blue Storm soldiers were sent. This method was a little too conservative in itself. But they could only accept it in silence, because this was a place where there was a clear hierarchy.
Just as Robert was about to continue cursing, a technician ran in from the office door with a head full of cold sweat, and said loudly, "Mr. Director! Please forgive me for interrupting! Our system was suddenly attacked by an unknown hacker, and now the entire system is under someone else's control! "
"What?!"
This time, all the higher-ups in the office turned around abruptly, and looked outside in disbelief.
Robert's face darkened, and his body trembled. He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, something really happened! Follow me out! "
After saying that, he led a group of subordinates and hurriedly ran to the underground surveillance center outside the office.
The underground space was the size of a few basketball courts, and it was filled with high-tech electronic streamers. Countless screens flashed, and hundreds of technicians worked in shifts 24 hours a day.
This was where the real brain of the FBI was located.
The base, which was supposed to be orderly, was now in chaos, and everyone was extremely busy. The technicians typed furiously on their keyboards, but to no avail.
On countless screens of various sizes, there were either evening entertainment programs from various countries, or evening news from various countries. There were all sorts of strange languages, and it was so chaotic that the underground base had turned into a wet market!
"Are you all useless?! How could the headquarters of the FBI be hacked?! What secrets do we have in America?! " Robert was furious. This was like a slap to the face of the director of the FBI!
He had always been sitting on a fishing platform, relying on not making any mistakes. If he wasn't absolutely confident, he would never make a move!
But this time, he had the rare thought of striking first, but he actually went for wool and came home shorn. He was about to lose his reputation in front of everyone!
"Mr. Director, please calm down. The hacker who attacked us this time doesn't seem to be trying to steal our confidential documents, it's just that … it's just that he wants to use our equipment to connect to some signals, maybe he wants to spread some information to us through the platform," the technical director explained, bowing at the side.
Robert snorted heavily. "It's already been taken down, and you still have the face to say this to me? If there are hackers in the world who can break into our network, do you know what it means?! "
"Director!" Another technician suddenly ran up and said in a panic, "We traced the source of the hacker … it seems … it seems …"
"Speak! It seems like what?! "
"It seems like Israel's Mossad did it!"
Robert and the others' faces turned green. Mossad?! One of the four largest intelligence organizations in the world that had always been on good terms with the US, why would they suddenly risk breaking ties with the US and attack the US's bottom line?!
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